Fifty Shades of Way

***Ivy's POV***

I woke up wrapped in a pair of arms. My head was pounding, and everything around me was spinning. I tried sitting up, but quickly laid back down once the pounding got even louder. I sighed, and shifted my body to release myself from the arms that were wrapped around me.

"Hey, you're awake." the voice I knew all too well, and was frankly disgusted with, spoke.

"Yeah, looks like I am." I muttered, still facing away from him. There was a brief silence before I felt his hand being gently placed on my shoulder.

"Talk to me, Ivy. Please, that's all I want."

"I have nothing to say. If I remember correctly, I said everything I needed to yesterday."

"Yeah, well, you said a lot more than you think." he muttered. I gritted my teeth, and slowly sat up to face him.

"I don't care what I said, Gerard. I was drunk. Everything I said was meaningless."

"You said you wanted me."

"Meaningless."

"You told me you loved me."

"I was highly intoxicated. It meant nothing."

"Didn't seem like nothing last night." he smirked. God knows how much I wanted to smack that smirk off his face. "Just talk to me, that's all I'm asking. I'm not asking for you to forgive me, or love me, no. I'm just asking for a simple conversation with you." I sighed, and stared into his desperate eyes.

"Why should I even have to say one word to you?"

"Because I have a right to be heard, Ivy! Yeah, I get it, I fucked up, but I'm human. I make mistakes, we can't all be perfect the way you think you are. I lied to save my ass, and yes, I was a dick for it, but there are a lot worse things I could have done to deserve this kind of treatment from you. And to top it off, I still didn't benefit! No, I ended up quitting my job for, who? Oh that's right, you! You know why I quit my job, and no longer have money to pay for shit? Because I love you. I didn't want to see us apart. So don't you dare treat me like some shit you found on the ground, because I put everything on the line for you."

I opened my mouth to talk, but couldn't get anything out. It was almost as if my voice just stopped working all together. We stood in a tense silence for a few long seconds before my phone started ringing. I slowly moved my head, breaking our eye contact, and looked at the caller ID. It was my childhood friend, Frank, whom I had called yesterday afternoon to see if I could possibly live with him until I have enough money to buy a house of my own.

"You gonna get that?" Gerard asked in an annoyed tone. I was still taken back by what he had said, so I only nodded my head.

"Uh, hey." I said through the phone.

"Hello, Miss Ivy, how are you doing?" Frank said in his usual enthusiastic tone.

"I'm okay."

"Uh oh, just 'okay' is never good." he sighed. "Anyway, I talked to my girlfriend about you moving in, and she's cool with it. The only shitter is that the guest bedroom is about the size of a closet, so it'll be a pretty tight space. You think you'd be okay with that?" I looked back at Gerard, and then back at the floor.

"Uhm, Frankie, can-can I call you back in a bit?"

"Uh, yeah sure, yeah. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I'll call you in a few." I hung up, and placed my phone back on the coffee table.

"Who's 'Frankie'?" Gerard asked in a stern voice, putting air quotes around the name.

"Just an old friend of mine, from when I was a kid. We used to go to school together." he bit his lip, and slowly nodded.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast. Come in the kitchen if you want any." he murmured, changing the subject.

"I think I'm just gonna go out." I said.

"Suit yourself." I watched him as he made his way into the kitchen, and was out of my sight. I sighed, and spun my heals around, heading towards the coat rack to grab my jacket, and I was out the door.

Notes

Apologies for by absence D: It's been way too long since I updated and I'm sowry. But ayee I brought Frankie in :D Sorry for the short chapter, I'm on vacation at my grandparent's, but I wanted to update, so I hope you enjoyed this. Remember to rate, comment, + subscribe xoxo